I posted about Girl’s Names a couple of posts back and they were kind enough to send us an interview along with an MP3 for you to get your grubby mouse clickin’ hands on… so yeah, check them out and buy their latest EP. Interview after the jump… Continue reading →
Vulture Whale is one of the better finds we stumbled upon at SXSW a few months ago. Brokenbrooklyn and myself were smoking a joint and scowling at the dreadful Vivian Girls when Wes McDonald (singer for Vulture Whale) asked us if we knew who was playing that awful “pussy rock”. Embarrassed that we knew, we told him and passed him our joint. Quickly we all agreed we were at the show to see Ponytail, they were coming on after Titus Andronicus. After ensuring Wes that Titus Andronicus was far removed from the drudgery we were withstanding, we got to talking and he told us about his band Vulture Whale.
Fast forward a couple months and I received an awesome package in the mail from Wes with a CD and links to videos:
We met up for taco’s after sleeping with the locals and then made our way to see Ebony Bones again, our only intentional repeated performance. Unfortunately the diva was set the play at the worst venue of the week, Peckerheads. Leave it to Rolling Stone to fuck shit up and further exemplify their incompetence and lack of taste. Ebony Bones and company brought their A game to a tiny stage in front of a very tiny packed and sweaty afternoon dance floor, though their show suffered some from the horrible sound system that continually cut in and out. All the members of the band looked deservedly displeased by the lack of help from the incompetent sound guy. Needless to say, whenever the sound did work everyone danced like maniacs because Ebony Bones is awesome, and it is always easy to imagine her and her crew in a space they deserve, full of crazy lights, disco balls, feathers, glitter and decadence. These were at least the things we kept in mind as we tried to delete the Coors light and Lone Star neon signs that bordered the top of Peckerhead’s stage.
Our longest and most excellent day of the festival started at Pitchfork’s Showcase at Emo’s. Girls was the first band to go on (at least when we showed up) and they come from the San Francisco area which may explain their 1960′s Californian pop style. This isn’t the Beach Boys revisited though and everything they touch seems to get all covered up in lots of reverb. The lead singer/guitarist suggests a Zepplinish, pre metal virtuosity that never really makes its way into their music, though there are moments where you feel like it may someday. Their songs seem well constructed enough and aren’t totally boring, but if they let themselves rock out just a little bit more or piled on a some stranger atmospherics, it would likely take their sound to the next level. The singer’s voice suggests an early Conner Oberst, but it comes off as affected in a different sort of way, one that I’m not sure if I buy yet.
We started at Urban Outfitters (Which is totally like, our favorite store ever!!) near University of Texas at Austin for the free party they were throwing that afternoon. The first band we to play was Crystal Stilts who I guess are okay; if a) you are looking for Velvet Underground/ Suicide esq background music for a heroin induced orgy, b) you listen to aesthetic choices and atmosphere in your pop songs more than melody and lyrics or c) you like kind of boring music. It’s not that they are a bad band, they are totally inoffensive and fine, but there is nothing innovative here and no real sense of urgency or showmanship to make up for that.